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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.